
Playing Dead
Midnight. Pitch black. On these rural, winding roads are many carcasses–deer, rabbits, chipmunks, raccoons, and most of all, opossums. I’ve been driving this same route
Midnight. Pitch black. On these rural, winding roads are many carcasses–deer, rabbits, chipmunks, raccoons, and most of all, opossums. I’ve been driving this same route
By Heidi S. De Jonge There is a place I like to go in Kingston. I call it my horizon place. Driving or cycling down
It is sermon grading season for me as the semester ends so unsurprisingly when I started to ponder a topic for today’s blog, all things
In the book The Shepherd’s Life, author James Rebanks writes, “There is nothing like the feeling of freedom and space that you get when you
By Luke Hawley Almost a year ago, I wrote my first blog for The Twelve. It was about the craziness I feel at the end
by James Bratt I recently attended a conference at Notre Dame honoring the career of Mark Noll. As one of the most accomplished scholars of
A century ago this month, my great-uncle came down with pneumonia. He was on his way to France to fight the Huns, WWI, the “Great
“What would it mean for Christians to give up that little piece of the American Dream that says, ‘You are limitless’? Everything is not possible.
You may have heard that the weather in Michigan has been crazy of late. Today, our students enjoyed the 80 (!) degree weather as students
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